Forget Miss America. I had won the ultimate pageant: Miss Anorexia.
I was crowned with an ID bracelet in an eating disorder clinic. What a prize.
While I was in treatment in 2005, I was stripped of all control for thirty days. But they couldn’t control what I wrote.
I'm sharing the journal I kept while I was a patient. It’s a clinical-free bullshit account of what life with an eating disorder really looks like while trapped inside the walls of a mental hospital: loud, raw, and streaked with dark humor. You’ll absolutely love it.
Debut edition includes:
- Real-time, unedited entries
- Audio introduction narrated by me
- The answer to "How did your eating disorder start?"